#extradirty
Cosmic Funnies
wallacepolsom
Peter Solarz
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
JVL
styofa doing anything
shark vs the universe
PR's Tumblrdome
@theartofmadeline
Three Goblin Art
Not today Justin
occasionally subtle
Origami Around
oozey mess
Xuebing Du
if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell
roma★
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seen from India
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seen from Hong Kong SAR China
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I don’t think there’s one right body shape or perfect look. My mother’s very curvy. Growing up, I spent a lot of time thinking, ‘There’s something wrong with me,’ but I’ve learnt to accept my body. I know I’m healthy. I know I should exercise, but I need to find the thing that works for me. I walk my dog a lot, if that counts!
everybody dances to their own boom boom
+ notquitethehero
"I can hear you, whoever you are."
"That time of the year again, huh," Kate said as she touched the tinsel lining her work desk. She wasn't the one who put it there; one of the other curators thought it would be charming to place decors on things that weren't historical artifacts, and considering how few of them there were, Kate's desk was not to be spared this year. She sighed, crossing her legs and leaning back in her chair. Museums just weren't the place to go during the Holidays.
"You have some nerve showing your face around here."
Seven have found a raven.
With a startled squawk, Diaval toppled from his perch in a rustle feathers, landing beside the other in a heap of inky plumage. He righted himself with much flailing moments later, puffing himself up indignantly as if they were to blame for his unfortunate tumble. Truth be told he was terribly embarrassed. No, no, no, this would not do at all! Poor introductions seemed to be his shortcoming.
❛ …….. ❜
His feathers remained ruffled as he settled beside the stranger, a low crow emitting from his throat, daring them to mock his haphazard plummet to earth.
Kate had been staring down absentmindedly at her lap, sitting under a rather large tree and stuck in a state of stillness. That was, until a peculiar black bird came swooping down and perched itself beside her. "Funny, she thought. "Don't birds usually fly away from people? Even the slightest flinch..."
She blinked once, twice at it, wondering if it would suddenly fly off like she expected. A few moments passed and she realized that this bird (a raven?) wasn't as easily startled as she thought. Something about it seemed ominous, but she quickly realized it was only because of the inky color of its feathers. She then sighed at it before turning her attention back to her own thoughts as she leaned her head against the bark and closed her eyes.
“No, no he didn’t sweetheart. He was a dick sometimes, but he loved you too much to just get up and leave like that. My guess is that he was trying to keep you safe.”
Anya felt her throat tighten painfully, hot tears pricking her eyes as Kate was overcome. She had loved her brother dearly, though if she was honest, she didn’t know him half as well as Kate did. Upon meeting the brunette, he had spent as much time as he could with her, leaving a small fraction of time left for his sisters. She couldn’t imagine what her friend was feeling, nor did she want to if it came right down to it. The thought of anything happening to Jason would probably result in her demise.
“I went to his apartment when I found out, just… Just to make sure. There was a key to a safety deposit box, which I took the liberty of finding and open.”
Reaching into her bag, she extracted three envelopes. Two were taped together with Kate’s name scrawled across it in Dmitri’s messy handwriting, and one with Anya’s own name. She hadn’t opened it yet, couldn’t work up the courage to alone at home.
“I know this is all happening really fast, you don’t have to open this now if you’re not ready. I don’t even know what it is…”
She makes a vain attempt to steel herself, to calm her nerves and just fix herself. Anya was right; everything was happening so quickly, and despite how easily she adapted to certain situations, this was remarkably different from all those other times. As she looks at the envelopes in Anya's hands, she makes an attempt to reach for them with her own, her fingers trembling, hindering her from being able to properly hold them. She shoves them back gently to her friend, shaking her head. She can't bear to think that at one point he had held those envelopes and whatever contained them, that he had still been alive and breathing when he wrote them and in the ground when she was to read them.
Kate then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, looking out the window, at the skyline of the city. She had always been quite talented at shutting things away deep in the recesses of her mind, Dmitri included, but as she realized how real everything was, her memories came like a hurricane.
The shooting lessons, the dinners...his messy blond hair, that annoyingly handsome smirk, the electricity she felt when he merely brushed her skin.
Fuck.
And there she stood in her living room, cursing herself and wondering why nothing ever worked out for her. She was always left alone in the end; she was always the survivor.
"Read it," she finally says. "I need to know."
The urge for closure was suddenly as strong as her remorse. She felt the need to know the answers to all those questions which were bottled up so deeply in her. Why he had left, why he never said anything, why he got her hopes up and possibly even made her fall in love with him only to make it look like her left her for the mafia, for the men who tried on numerous occasion to even kill her or coerce her to join them. She had preferred he answered them himself before her imagination decided to take charge, and now whatever was inside those envelopes could be the answer to it all.
"I’m so sorry…"
The sigh that escaped her lips seemed to deflate her, shoulders slumping and face falling. Dark eyes shone with pain and sympathy as she gazed at her friend. There were not many people in the world that Anya considered friends. The few that she did, she wished to protect from everything she could. This was far beyond her, there was no way to soften this blow.
“The research I was doing on the whereabouts of my family I found some things Things about Dmi… He didn’t disappear, he didn’t leave you. Not willingly"
Anya reached out to grasp Kate’s hand in her own, drawing an unwilling breath to deliver the final blow.
”He’s dead, Kate.”
Dmitri.
It was hard to even hear his name. She had thought he would be permanently out of her life, thinking it would be best for both of them if they were to just forget everything that happened and everything else that could have happened.
Though when Anya finally muttered those last three words, her heart stopped and the blood drained from her face. She felt almost sick, dizzied by the sheer gravity of the news. Something in her hoped that Anya was wrong, that there was a mistake, but the possibility of that was just all too real, with him being in the mafia and practically being hunted down. In that moment, she pulled her hands away from Anya's and could only make a vain attempt to cover her eyes which were beginning to tear as her chest burned.
"You mean he never meant to leave me? To leave us--"
Her words are cut off by her own sobs which quickly begin to deprive her of breath. It was just too much for her to hear, too much for her to truly feel.
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Shifting anxiously from foot to foot, a shaking hand reached out to knock on the door. Part of her felt angry for behaving in such a way. Anya always maintained iron control over herself, even when she didn’t feel it. These circumstances were alien to her, though. She’d dealt with her fair share of heartache, of course, but she had never been a proverbial bearer of bad news. It was not she that arrived at the homes of the men that had died by her hand to announce the losses their families had suffered. It wasn’t her job. This time, however, it was her job. It would be cruel to let the other woman hear the news from anyone else.
Raw, bitten lips twisted into a grim smile as the door opened to reveal her friend. The blonde wasted no time slipping into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation as she stood in the entryway
"We need to talk."
Kate was just about to head out to pick something up from the museum, but considering how urgent her friend's tone was, decided it could wait as she let the blonde rush right past her and into her apartment. Anya almost never seemed this tense; her body language alone was enough to make her feel nervous. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was silently praying that whatever they had to talk about wasn't as serious as her carefully trained instinct let on, even if she knew it was almost always right.
"Anya? Is something wrong?"
She stood in front of her friend, keeping herself calm for Anya's sake. She looked at her for a moment before turning away and sighing, taking a seat at her dining table. Anya's tone of urgency almost scared her, but like always, it never showed on her face.
"What is it?"
“Well, you know what they say. Better not to assume.”
"Never really believed in that."
"Awh come on.. give us a smile."
"A cut somewhere on your body would leave a longer lasting impression, wouldn't it."
+ superslammin
"Holy shit, I really thought I was alone this time around."
My mum is Brazilian and very proud. I’d love to do a Brazilian film. I’ve been brought up in the Brazilian culture. My mum brought me up on my own, I cook Brazilian food, I’ve never spoken a word of English to my mother.
MUSE MEMES - SKINS
"What do you do if someone you love lets you down, really fucks you over?"
"You ruined it. You don’t want anyone to care."
"I could be dead in a second.."
"Everything’s so fragile."
"Oh wow, I didn't eat for three days so I could be lovely."
"When I'm with you, I feel like I'm a better person. I feel happier... less alone. Less lonely."
"We were special..."
"Your stiffy is sticking into my back."
"I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you."
"When we got together, it scared the shit out of me, because you were the one person who could ruin my life."
"I pushed you away."
"I’d die for you."
"I love you. I love you so much and it’s killing me."
"You can take anything if you wanted it enough."
"Love, love, love... What's it good for?.. Absolutely nothing."
"I'm officially off the rails. You should try it."
"I wanna be scared! I wanna be hurt!"
"Do you know what hurts the most about a broken heart? Not being able to remember how you felt before."
"The first time I met you, I knew I just knew I wanted to have sex with you."
"Fuck sake, I’m never gonna get to bone you am I?"
"A wise man once said, Life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while you could miss it....and that would be a shame."
"Oh wow...but...fuck you!"
"Er, oh yeah, I’m sorry for seeing your boobs."
"Sometimes I think I was born backwards."
"It's you and me, babe. It's always gonna be you and me."
"If this was us meeting for the first time, I'd do it all again. Everything. The fucks, the fuck ups, everything."
"We've fucked in every sense of the word."
"You've found my porn stash!"
"I went crazy when I was with you!"
"You made me go mad!"
"I have to say goodbye. I have to."
"I'm thinking of leaving school, growing a beard, and joining the circus."
"Nothing good ever stays with me. Absolutely nothing."
"Rawr."
"Ugh."
Tim pretended not to notice, and returned his attention to the laptop. “I’m pulling up a few hits on the system, all within a twenty-mile radius. I’m guessing you meant something more, thought?”
"Well, that's one thing, but that's not all. There's a reason why these things all take place in pretty shady places." She stood behind him, looking carefully at the illuminated screen. "These guys are into some twisted stuff. They're in the human trafficking trade, and that's a given, but it's not for sex."
"Come on, Tim. Fight me for it."
"That’s not even mine! It belongs to a friend. Come on, just give it back."
She hid the book behind her back, laughing. "Think of it as training," she teased. "Besides, there's no fun without at least a bit of struggle."
